Viola is a romantic at heart and believes she knows everything about love. From the movies she watches to the books she reads-she's after a gentleman who will handle her with care. But as everyone around her finds their soulmate and starts their per...
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Two months later
Joseph's body is over mine as he thrusts slowly. I adore his body. He's lean and got a good six back going on but the visuals for me aren't enough. His hand is resting beside my head, I lean over to take his wrist and I draw it up and press to the centre of my bare chest.
Our eyes meet as he moves at the same pace. I slide his hand higher and higher until his fingers are wrapped around my throat. My eyes close and I smile. That's it. This is what I need.
When I release his hand, he drops his arm back down beside my head. My eyes fly open and I exhale a silent whimper as his cock slides in and out of me. My jaw tightens but I choose not to say anything.
He speeds up by a fraction and releases a low growl. I take his hand again and place it on the base of my neck but he fights my grip and flashes me a confused look.
I sigh and press a hand to his chest, stopping him. "Let's try doggy instead." I murmur.
Joseph merely nods before he pulls out of me and I turn around, pressing my palms to the bed and facing the headboard. He lines his cock up against my entrance and pushes in. I close my eyes and let my fingers curl over the duvet.
Letting my imagination wander behind my closed eyes is dangerous.
We all know where it leads to.
Images of tattooed body parts and silver eyes haunt my mind. I whine and bite my lip.
"Harder," I demand.
But Joseph stays at his regular pace that is driving me crazy–and not in a good way.
"Joseph, please," I beg pathetically. "Just a little faster, harder. Anything."
"I don't want to hurt you, Vi," he says from behind me.
My eyes open and I roll them shaking my head. "You're not going to hurt me. I want this. Please."
He uses a little more force but it's like riding a merry-go-round compared to a rollercoaster. I want thrills. I want excitement. I want to be screaming at the top of my lungs. And yet... I feel none of that.
Only disappointment.
This time when my eyes close I imagine Haze in front of me. A hand travels down his impressive muscles and toned stomach. I don't know how far down his tattoos spread but I imagine they cover every inch of his skin.
He tugs at the bulge in his pants. He's huge. He's smirking. He's so damn mysterious.
"Spank me," I cry out.
Joseph rips himself from me and I open my eyes, twisting my head over my shoulder. I catch my breath as our eyes meet and he shakes his head at me. "What the hell is this, Viola?"
